I woke around ten in the morning. The sun was shining in my eyes through my opened drapes.
I got up and walked to the bathroom to drain my dragon. I realized that I didn't feel too bad this morning despite the abuse my body had gone through the previous evening.
Sure, my eyes felt like someone had ground a pound of sand into them. My mouth tasted like I had sucked on some hobo's socks all night. But over all, I had felt a whole lot worse following a night on the town.
I brushed my teeth, gargled, and tossed warm water across my eyes. Then I shaved off the stubble from the previous night. After examining myself again in the mirror I grabbed my robe, put it on and padded down the hall toward the kitchen.
I put on a pot of coffee and tried to decide on what to fix for breakfast. Bacon and eggs sounded good, but the greasy bacon seemed a bit much for my sensitive stomach.
I finally decided to fix some waffles. They seemed the most filling and the most innocuous of foods this morning
I put the waffle iron on to heat while I mixed the batter. About the time the first waffle went into the iron, the coffee was done and I poured myself a cup. It took maybe fifteen minutes and two cups of hot coffee for me to get a good plateful of breakfast.
I knew, or at least guessed, that Mom was getting to get up shortly so I put on some more waffles so that they could cook while I wolfed down my breakfast. The food tasted better this morning than it usually did. Normally I wasn't a breakfast person. A couple of cups of coffee and maybe some dry toast did the trick. Today I finished my plate of waffles and actually wished that I had made myself more.
I pushed my empty plate away and put my feet up on the other chair. As I did, my robe fell open, exposing myself to the world in my boxers. I sat there for a few minutes feeling very free and cool drinking my coffee.
I heard Mom stumbling around her room and then her toilet flushing. I took another drink of coffee wondering how she felt this morning and then I heard her door opening followed swiftly by her soft foot falls in the hall.
She walked into the kitchen with her hand held in front of her eyes to shield herself from the glare of the sunshine pouring in through the kitchen windows. Her stylishly coiffured hair from the previous night was half down and half up. But, all in all, she looked quite lovely even if she was slightly disheveled and obviously hung over.
I turned my head to watch her as she stumbled to the kitchen counter and poured herself a cup of coffee. She was still in the t-shirt that she loved to wear at night, the very one that I had dressed her in after our romp. When she leaned back against the kitchen counter the shirt rode up and I got a clear shot of the crotch of her black lace panties. This slight peep show, along with the flood of memories of the feel of her body against mine caused my dick to begin to get hard.
"Damn my head hurts." She complained. "Why did you make me have so much fun?" She asked with a grimace before saying, "I hope that this stuff is good and strong. I need a good cup of coffee or two if I'm going to survive this day."
She lifted the cup to her lips and took a long sip. She held the cup in both of her hands to steady it. When she brought it up her movements caused the cloth of the shirt to draw tight against her body and I got, not only a better view of her crotch, but also it afforded me a nice view of her breasts and their semi erect nipples.
"Mmmm, that tastes good, I think I am going to make it." She exclaimed as she sipped the hot dark brew. She took another sip before she turned around to place the cup down on the kitchen counter. It was then that she saw the stack of still warm waffles and asked, "Are these for me?"
"None other." I returned expansively.
"Your so sweet." She exclaimed as she poured syrup on her breakfast.
Mom turned toward the table with her breakfast in her hand. As she walked past me to her favorite seat she looked down at my boxers and said disapprovingly, "Cover your self young man! And get your feet off the furniture."
I looked down at my crotch and saw that the purple helmet of my semi rigid cock was beginning to push through the slit in my boxers. Slightly embarrassed for some reason I hastily pulled my robe closed and put my feet on the floor. The sound of a mothers rebuke can turn even a strong man to jelly.
"That's better." She said with a smile as she dug into her breakfast.
I got up to get another cup of coffee, tying the belt to my robe in the process. I brought the pot back to the table and refilled Mom's cup too.
As I was refilling Mom's cup I chanced a look at her crotch and saw that in the act of sitting she had pulled the t-shirt up so that her panties were entirely exposed. I was about to rebuke her for exposing herself in the same manner that I had been exposed, but figured that if I wanted to continue seeing her almost naked in that way I should probably just keep my big mouth shut.
"Thank you baby." She cooed as she threw me a kiss before stuffing another bite of waffle between her lips.
"Sure Mom, anytime." I said with a slight chuckle. I stood there for a second or two gazing down at my mother's creamy skin before I self-consciously moved away, put the coffee pot back on the counter and sat down.
She brought another bite of waffle to her lips and paused in mid chew to ask, "Did you have a good time last night? I didn't get in your hair or on your nerves did I?"
I was surprised by her question and nearly choked on my sip of coffee. I paused to regain my composure and consider how to answer her. Should I tell her that I had more fun with her last night than I had with ninety eight percent of my dates? Should I tell her that she was a great dancer, a great kisser, and a very good fuck too? Or should I play it cool, like I did with most of my girls, and just say that I had a good time?
She seemed to misread my hesitation as a sign that she had been somewhat less than memorable as a date and she said, "If I was a drag or if I embarrassed you in any way, just let me know. I don't want you to feel like you have to lie to me to keep me happy."
"You were fantastic last night Mom!" I enthused. "You had all the guys and a lot of the gals drooling all night. I was the envy of the bar." I looked at her and I could see surprise in her eyes as I continued, "You could never embarrass me. I can't wait till our next date." I paused for a second before finishing with, "Sexy."
She said cheerfully, "I'm really enjoying this boyfriend, girlfriend charade myself. I felt twenty years younger last night, and I thank you for putting up with my insanity and allowing me to do it."
"Thanks Mom." I stated and then asked, "How did you like last night? Did I match up with your expectations?" I waited for her reply with pins and needles in my soul.
She thought for a second and said, "I enjoyed it a lot, what I can remember of it. There are a few blank spots toward the end, I guess I over imbibed a little bit." She continued with a frown. "I hope that I didn't get too maudlin and cry on your shoulder or get sick all over your friends or something."
She picked up a piece of waffle with her fork and as she held it suspended between the plate and her soft mouth she said, "And yes you... you met and exceeded any and all expectations that I had."
I thought about her response for a second before I answered her question, "No you were the essence of good taste and style all night." Then I figured that I should steer the conversation a bit back to what she remembered and what she didn't. "What don't you remember?" I asked hoping to sound flip but I was filled with both trepidation and hope.
"Most of the night is pretty clear to me. I remember dancing the night away with my favorite man." She smiled brightly at me. "And I remember that the gals from work somehow showed up and I spun them a yarn about our relationship. Which they swallowed hook, line, and sinker I might add."
She paused to think for a minute while she took a sip of her coffee, then she continued, "I remember making out with you at the table and on the dance floor." She paused to take a sip of coffee again and then said with a little consternation in her voice, "I hope it didn't embarrass you too much to have your old bag of a mother all over you."
